"If you are uncomfortable with the situation that Kasey and I have put you in, I would rather know it now." What are you talking about?" Carrie asked.... "Yeah, Kasey looks up to me. I understand it and I'm OK with it." Looks up to?" I asked. "Try idolizes and emulates. Carrie, every move you make will be dissected and analyzed and accepted. For example, if you smoked, which I know you do not do very often, Kasey would find it acceptable to smoke. If you spoke Portuguese, Kasey would be taking. He maneuvers past desks and people and into the office where a large burly man sits behind a very large oak desk.The man has a full beard and large cigar hanging from his mouth. “Can I help you?” he asks gruffly looking up from a pile of papers sitting on his desk.“I’m Special Agent...”“Ah yes, Reeds,” the man says interrupting Spencer. “I was wondering when you were going to get here. Take a seat, son.”“I don’t have much information to go on sir, but...”“I know, I know,” he laughs heartily as. Once inside, he shucked the heavy outer clothing and made his way to the kitchen to put on another pot of coffee. He looked over at the couch. Marie Ford was still asleep. His lips made a half smiling grimace.Jesse shook his head in wonder at all the trouble she had brought into his life. "Hell," he mumbled to himself, "And here I've only known her less than half a day. Damned pain in the ass women."It felt good to relax for twenty minutes of rest. Then he suited back up for the cold and made. Stuart was on his way to another branch and made a detour so he could put a face to a name.I finished work early, and we went to a bar. We clicked and got along famously. It was great to talk face to face finally until he told me he had split with his wife and was living alone. I sympathized with him, but he said he was okay and then mused his only problem was he wasn't getting laid.That's when I had a light bulb moment."Maybe we could help each other out," I told Stuart.Stuart was eager to.